soul repair

After Ming Jin returned to Baihuatai, Guan Lingdao was a little distracted.

This is all caused by Master, Guan Lingdao thought.

He had other things on his mind, so naturally he couldn't keep thinking about these romances, and when he came down the mountain, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.Although it is good to have the master by his side, it also distracts him. Now that he is trapped on the mountain to discuss the matter of soul cultivation, Guan Lingdao can have time to visit the bottomless pit.

"Master is staying on the mountain, let's go." Guan Lingdao said with a smile.Hua Luochun is the person with the highest cultivation base on the mountain, and with him around nothing will happen, he feels relieved when he thinks about it.

"Yeah." An expressionless face.

Hua Caixing followed Hua Luochun's orders to take care of the disciples living in Baihua City, and pay attention to the movement around them at all times, so she followed the sound of stone knocking and Guan Lingdao down the mountain.Tsing Yi and Ji Qingyan whispered a few words and followed them down the mountain.

It's easy to do what you want to do.

That night alone in the room, Guan Lingdao hung up the lanterns of Huacai Xing and stared quietly in the room.

It was that wonderful feeling again, someone seemed to be slowly moving on the black ink blot, it was a little boy who was holding onto the black railing and looking out.His whole body seemed to be sucked in, leaving only the black ink stain, the dirty dungeon, and the black railing in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, his body sank, and at some point he had arrived at the little boy again.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The surrounding smell was like a grave of a dead person, clammy, foul smelling, and his whole body was sticky.

"It's nothing, let it help me send something out." The voice was a little strange, but deep and gentle.

A gray mouse appeared on the ground, which jumped out from the cell next door and crawled around as if lost.The mouse carried a writing brush with a dark pen holder on its back. It was hard to see what it looked like, and it was tied with torn cloth strips, as if it was running away from home with luggage on its back.

"Brother, where did you get the brush?" The little boy was curious.

"Don't tell others." The voice over there lowered again, and said softly, "This is my brush, I made it myself."

"I won't tell those people." He didn't know what it means to do it by himself, but he didn't want to ask again, and there was some hatred in his voice, "They treat us badly."

"Ah."

The mouse was squeaking in the cell, sniffing everywhere, so distracted that it couldn't get out no matter how hard it crawled.Guan Lingdao was very anxious: "Brother, they are coming soon."

It was quiet there for a long time, the voice became lower again, and said softly: "Guan Ying, I bought you a small awl two months ago for you to carve wooden figures, is it still there?"

"exist."

"You use your little awl to drill on the little wooden man until sparks are born, tear off your own clothes and burn them in pieces, can you?"

"The little wooden figure is you." The little boy was slightly startled, a little bit reluctant.

"It's okay, you can carve a new one later."

"Ah."

The little boy obediently took out the small awl from the crack in the wall, and carefully drilled it on the shapeless little wooden figure.He didn't dare to use too much force, but he couldn't use his force either.In this cell, no fire was ever allowed, no incense was allowed, and he didn't know how to drill wood to make fire, so he was anxious.

The soul energy in the body radiated out, and the awl turned faster and faster.Suddenly, a small cluster of sparks ignited, and there was a "chi".

There was no dry place all over his body, and the torn pieces of clothes couldn't be lighted up, so the little boy moved the sleeves inside in a hurry.The fire spread up, making his skin crackle.

"Okay." He was so excited that he cut off his sleeve enduring the pain, and held it with his hands, "There is a fire, and it is burning."

Green smoke curled up, crossed the iron bars that he couldn't get out of, and crossed the only small window leading to the outside in the cell, fluttering out.

The mouse suddenly squeaked, its limbs fluttered, and it floated in the air for some reason.In fact, it was not, it seemed that it was not the mouse that floated up, but the writing brush tied to its body somehow floated up, took it with it, and flew out of the window.

"Brother?" Guan Lingdao called softly.

It was as if he had fallen asleep over there, and there was no sound at all.

The sleeve was about to burn to the end, the little boy didn't dare to let the fire go out, so he pulled out the other inner sleeve and tore it off to continue burning.The fire suddenly intensified, and the brush flew out of the window with the terrified mouse, and suddenly disappeared from view.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The little boy was a little anxious, listening nervously to the sound of footsteps approaching from far outside, "Brother, they are coming, if they see me lighting a fire, they will cut off my hand .”

There was still no sound from the cell next door.

The bad guy has already arrived at the door.

The little boy was so anxious that he cut off all the dry fabric of his inner clothes and stuffed them together with the ignited fabric in the crack of the wall. He nervously grasped the railing with both hands and looked out, his chest heaving.

"Brother, they are coming in."

"Bang Dang" was the sound of the heavy iron door outside opening.

"Brother, I have to put out the fire, they can smell it when they get closer." He lowered his voice, "Brother, are you there?"

After a while, a low voice from over there suddenly came: "Extinguish the fire."

The little boy turned around immediately and dipped the burning cloth into the sewage on the ground.

"Brother, where have you been?"

The voice over there seemed to be different from usual, with a little joy: "It's nothing, I went out for a walk."

Guan Lingdao's eyes suddenly turned black, his head sank, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

He was still the only one left in the room, it was quiet and there was no sound, no one noticed what he was doing at all.

That brush is my brother's Horcrux, so it must be good.Ren Guanling refined his Horcrux in the dark prison cell, lit a fire with Guan Lingdao's help, and sent the Horcrux out silently.

What is Ren Guanling's Horcrux used for?

kill?Gather soul energy?Or is there any special use?

Guan Lingdao tossed and turned on the bed, really couldn't sleep well.That night, he didn't even think about Ji Qingyan, there was only one person in his heart: brother, his brother, Ren Guanling.

What happened back then, and how did he escape?

Before dawn the next morning, Guan Lingdao left a note saying to go for a walk nearby, and set off on the road without making a sound.The Bottomless Cave was tens of miles away from Baihuatai. Guan Lingdao asked as he walked, and finally found the woods that the stone knocking sound mentioned.

The entrance of the bottomless pit is next to a thousand-year-old tree, but this forest is very old, and the old trees seem to be everywhere. How can he know which ancient tree it is?

After searching for a long time, Guan Lingdao wandered around the woods for two days and nights without any clues.

He woke up sleepily that morning, and suddenly heard singing in the forest, clear and loud, which made people feel hopeful for no reason.He followed the sound, and saw a woodcutter standing with his back to him and looking into the distance. Beside him was an upright old tree. The sunlight shone through a small hole in the trunk, piercing him. Can't keep my eyes open.

That voice came from the man's mouth.

Guan Lingdao had already met this woodcutter in the woods for the past two days, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"I?"

The man's voice became weird, and he let out a heart-pounding laugh, and slowly turned his face: "I'm waiting for you, brother."

Bright red lips, pale face, two bloodstains from the eyes, and a rotten stench all over his body.

Guan Lingdao backed away in panic, wanted to scream but couldn't, and flew around in a hurry, unable to find a way out. Suddenly, someone on the shoulder patted him vigorously: "Wake up, wake up!"

Guan Lingdao was startled, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Dream, is a dream!

His whole body was drenched with sweat, his face was pale as if he had seen a ghost, and his eyes were wide open.That Chai Fu stood in front of him, and said with lingering fear: "Are you having a nightmare? Just now I saw you moving all over your body and muttering in your mouth. I don't know what you saw."

Guan Lingdao jumped up wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, and asked, "Is there a tree in this forest with a small hole in it, through which light can pass through?"

"How big is the hole?"

Guan Lingdao just took a look in the dream just now, as if he couldn't see clearly through a layer of fog, he gestured with his hand: "This is so big, no, it's smaller than this—about this big."

It was the size of a child's fist.

Chai Fu was born and raised here, and he knows this forest well.He thought for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Don't tell me, there really is such an ancient tree."

"where is it?"

Chaifu said awkwardly: "Are you really looking for this tree? To tell you the truth, this tree is also weird. Every month at the beginning of the month, it looks like it was caught by a wild animal. It is covered with bruises and bruises. It died several years ago."

At the beginning of the month?Trunk beast caught?

Guan Lingdao's heart was pounding: "Where is it, show me."

"Let's go."

Chaifu led him around in the woods, and said as he walked, "Shouldn't you cultivators be in Baihuatai at this time, what are you doing here looking for an ancient tree?"

Guan Lingdao responded with a reluctant smile: "I have nothing to do these few days. I heard that the scenery here is good, and it is a long-standing place, so I want to come and have a look."

"That's the one." Chaifu led him around the hill, stopped in a dark and quiet corner, and pointed ahead.

In the distance, mist floats, misty clouds and mist surround an ancient tree that has long since died and turned black.The grass and flowers and trees next to it were still blue, Guan Lingdao stepped forward, gently touched the scratches left on the bark one after another, unconsciously fascinated.

He will never forget these scratches for the rest of his life, like imprints left on his body, which have already been deeply engraved in his heart.That's not some beast, that's an evil spirit.It will only appear on the first day of every month. It is an evil spirit that will not stop until it is killed.